His wealth, his friends, his home...his family...
Old Finn lost it all. Even his pitiful life was nearly taken away from him.
Unexpectedly though, he survived. He later woke up, extremely weak and frail but alive. He had lost a lot of blood and muscle mass reducing him to what he currently looks like.
He was picked up by some random group of outsiders and was taken to their base. There, Old Finn personally saw how miserable the lives of outsiders.
The curse was broken which is a good news but then again, Old Finn was truly unlucky. Due to his current living conditions and state, it didn't really matter anymore.
From the moment he woke up in the Outer Worlds until this very moment, he had never felt satiated. There's little to eat and drink here, everything tastes bland. Everything was so gloomy and miserable that Old Finn eventually lost all sense of hope.
He just clung on to his pitiful life. Treating it punishment for everything he had done.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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